She was half hell and half Goddess. She wasn't called an assassin she was referred to as a reaper, reaping the lives clean of so many leaders she rivaled against great nemesis's like Vera E'tani.

Frost swirled past her muzzle like flames slipping out from the corners of a dragons jaws.

Descriptions of her mixed from person to person. They said her eyes were like portals into the dark forest, hellish and deadly. That her fur was like an ocean of fire and her claws were long like scythes. But one detail always remained the same, she wasn't just sadistic, she was a masochist with a pretty face.

The wind followed behind her roaring like the beast that embodied her soul. In moments she grabbed onto the jagged sharp face of the rocky wall. Her paws bled red, warm and metal scenting. Quartz could hear the giggling laughter before she saw her. Lifting herself up from the rigid rock like a demon escaping help was Glowstar. Her head whipped back to sway away the extra hairs that found their way in her eyes. They said her eyes were dark, but in this moment they sparked with a storm of green embers that edged between burning out and transforming into wildfires. She didn't spell dangerous, but it didn't take a good nose to know she smelled like trouble.

She let out a breath taking sigh as she craned her neck from side to side before settling her emerald gaze on Quartz, "Don't tell me I'm intruding. I was so sure this was the- Oh it is. I'm just a few paw steps away from certain death. But! I didn't cross the line, guess that means I live another day right?"

Glowstar, aka Green, ex assassin, ex proxy still holding the record of being one the longest, ex deacon, currently banished.